Month: January 2019

lost my mind in Brooklyn

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@snapshotsteve


think i lost my mind in Brooklyn,
learned that people can’t be saved.
saw some pictures of my father
that i know i can’t erase.
entry wounds and exit wounds,
his skin a tint of teal.
felt my face pour down my shirt
before my brain knew what to feel.

i’ve got concrete for my skin,
traffic cones for my bones.
the blood that’s running through me
is the train ride going home.

think i lost my mind in Brooklyn,
got too used to feeling lonely.
watched my family do the splits.
piss drunk, last stop, woke in Coney.
last night’s vomit on my shit,
morning crust up on my face,
checked my pockets, all was there.
headed back to my aunt’s place.

i’ve got concrete for my skin,
traffic cones for my bones.
the blood that’s running through me
is the train ride going home.

think i lost my mind in Brooklyn,
i had voices in my head.
every day i’d say good morning
to my uncle, now he’s dead.
two years before, his brother died.
it was tragic, so i’ve heard.
i’ve got angels all around me,
but a bird is just a bird.

i’ve got concrete for my skin,
traffic cones for my bones.
the blood that’s running through me
is the train ride going home.

“lost my mind in Brooklyn”
©Steven Cuenca

 

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Superbrown

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@snapshotsteve


Superbrown, the superhero,
gained his strength from people’s fear.
he was super brown, Superbrown,
and he gained his strength from people’s fear.

but he was made weak for
every brown in prayer.
no prayer to a god,
but a prayer to the kids
that walk at night and never come home.
a prayer to get out of the hole.
a prayer to find the kind of love
you wake up warm with.

but fear is stronger,
and Superbrown gained his strength
from people’s fear.

a woman holds her baby closer,
a car door gets locked,
a hateful whisper is muttered,

fuel to the flame,
Superbrown felt it
flow through his veins,
through his arms,
tingling a restless tingle.
his fists clenched,
he punched all the bad guys
he punched all the bad guys
he punched all the bad guys
and destroyed them.

but Superbrown was made weak
with the scent of food, the spicy kind.
the kind that plays music in your ears
and brings families together,
and shares itself with different colors.
the kind that tastes of love,
the kind of love
you wake up safe with.

but fear is stronger,
and Superbrown gained his strength
from people’s fear.

the president speaks,
and hearts are turned,
and fingers are pointed,

Superbrown felt it all in his chest.
all that power flowing through his nose
and filling up his lungs,
moving up towards his mouth,
he vomited up a supersonic scream
that shattered windows
and mirrors
and demanded to be heard.
a scream so powerful
it turned back the hearts of the misguided
and those who resisted were destroyed.

but Superbrown is made weakest
by smiling brown faces.
smiling brown faces on the
tv screen,
at the bodega,
in our hearts and in our minds
when we hear a name, country,
food, sound, language,
that doesn’t sound quite like ours.
smiling brown faces made Superbrown the weakest,

but still, fear was stronger.
and Superbrown gained his strength
from people’s fear.

a child-sized chalk outline,
prisons getting filled and filled,
and children taken from their families,

that fear translated to power vibrating
through Superbrown’s heart,
thumping
thumping
thumping
’til he could take no more
and the pressure built up
caused him to explode,
and rain all over you and me,
and everybody,
and his blood permeated through
our pores and became us.

and as he flows through our veins,
Superbrown reminds us that there’s a time to
be strong, at the face of fear,
there’s times to be strong in your heart.
there’s times to scream, to demand
to be heard.
and there’s times to use your fists with purpose,
but there’s also a time to be weak, to be vulnerable,
to sing, and to dance,
and to paint, and to write,
to give, to love
to smile.

Superbrown was made powerful by people’s fear,
but more than anything,
Superbrown wanted the kind of love
you wake up weak with.

“Superbrown”
©Steven Cuenca

 

hairlove

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@snapshotsteve


i love the smell of your hair before i sleep,
but i can’t sleep with hair in front of me.

i love the feeling of grass between my toes,
the yielding of sand underneath my weight,
but grass makes me itch, and sand gets
fucking everywhere.

i love the smell of your hair when we’re in bed,
even though it tries to suffocate me dead.

i’m in love with sours and sweets.
you can see that passion
through the holes
punched through my teeth.

i love the smell of your hair
when you toss and turn closer to me,
and i notice because
i’m wide-the-fuck awake
thinking about how i love the smell of your hair,
but i hate being touched when i’m laying in bed.

i love the feeling of falling in love.
i love when it’s in my face, suffocating me.
i love when love tosses and turns
and corners me on my side of the bed.

i love being in love before i sleep,
but i can’t sleep with hair in front of me.

“hairlove”
©Steven Cuenca

dragon

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@snapshotsteve


we were fucked off the dragon
i remember you saved me
we stared at the night sky
3 seconds from crazy

with my feet on the clouds
and my head towards heaven
i think that i saw him
all covered in linen

he saw me. embarrassed,
i turned away quickly
my pupils enormous
the clouds began shifting

i reached out to grab him
i fell and i’m falling
i think i heard music
or was it him that was calling

i fell in your arms
not surprised that you caught me
the dragon had landed
not sure what he taught me

“dragon”
©Steven Cuenca